[...] The [Professor Kevin]
Macdonalds have left by the time I am up, flying
today to Tennessee. Today's newspapers make hay with the
"Baby Aryan" ditty; The Times
front-pages it, but is otherwise a very fair report.
The Daily Telegraph, which was
not represented in court yesterday, just repeated the
Associated Press report which was less full (for instance
not reporting my well-deserved riposte about Mr
Rampton's own all-white staff).

I began by handing to Judge Gray my own copy of
[Gerald] Fleming's book, which shows that I
read the first 22 pages, then stopped, and on a separate
date dipped into the middle to check facts on the Bruns
report. For a while Rampton continued to cross-examine
me on minor issues, and then on the Goebbels
diaries.
I admitted quite readily that I had illicitly borrowed two
microfiches or three (I frankly can't remember which, any
more) from the archives, and had taken two to London for
forensic tests (which fiches were also returned to the
Moscow collection). Then my witnessPeter Millar arrived; he was Sunday Times
correspondent at the time of the visit to Moscow (for the
Goebbels Diaries), and I examined him. Millar was an
excellent and useful witness; I had not schooled him in any
way as to what to say, and he had good recall of the most
important points, and when questioned by the judge and
Rampton he, quite independently of me, gave precisely the
answers I would have hoped for.

On one occasion when Rampton said "I am going to be
modest about this," I responded: "Mr Rampton, you have every
justification to be modest." (Stolen from Churchill's
comment on his successor Mr. Clement Attlee - "A
humble man, and with everything to be humble about.")

He asked about racism; I asked for the difference between
that and patriotism - "Patriotism," I told him, "is the
proper veneration and reverence for the country that was
handed to you by your parents, and by their parents to
them." I explained that I missed the old England that I was
born into: "I wish I could climb into a 747 and fly for ten
hours and arrive in the England that used to be - the
England of The Blue Lamp and Jack Warner and no chewing gum
on the pavements..." There was a hush as I said that, so I
knew it struck home.

Rampton casually revealed, in answer to a question from
the judge or from myself, that he is not calling Professor
Levin and Eatwell. We have expended
considerable effort in building cross-examination material
for these experts, and that is really vexing. The judge too
seemed displeased at this cavalier attitude of the defence,
given that time is for me a very scarce commodity. By
mid-day Rampton was flagging, and at 12:30 he persuaded the
Judge to adjourn until Monday, cutting the day short. I
raised no objection! He told me as he walked past that he
was "quite knackered", and I can believe it: cross examining
acutely is certainly as exhausting as being examined.

Back at Duke Street at 1:15 p.m.; lunch with
[...].

Benté has arranged with the ballet school about
collecting Jessica in future. How unpleasant: Then these
people wonder where anti-Semitism comes from. Bente
[...]. I collect Jessica from the Connaught school
at 3:30 p.m., then hit the sofa for an hour's snooze. At
Selfridges I buy the Frankfurter
Allgemeine Zeitung; it prints a
truly foul article by the Menasse woman. No wonder she
averted her eyes from mine in the courtroom today. Somebody
is sitting on her, and it ain't Mr Menasse. Yesterday I
handed to her the actual transcript
of the passage about the death of Josephine and the
"hate-wreath", to show how totally distorted was her account
of that in the FAZ a few days
ago; she seemed unrepentant. Nevertheless, I post
today's FAZ story on my website; but now I add a link, so
that my German-speaking readers can check what the
transcript actually says, and send her, or even better her
editor, an e-mail...[...].